Et Voila! (Or . . . So Okay, I Ate a Little)

A sable special at Murray’s bagels

A box of wagashi, including one like the one above

Farro lasagna

Kakigori which froze my tongue so much that when I talked near the end of it I sounded drunk

Hot dogs with lots of ‘Greek-style’ onions and papaya drinks

Waterfront dining above at SouthWest

Katz’s and the ever-so-gently pickled pickles are so good

Hungarian [...]

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Pigs, Unblanketed

What is a pig, as far as food goes? The alphabet pertaining to pig in Bruno’s Cantus Circaeus is more esoteric than practical, for most purposes. And rather unkind, too! My own philosophy of pigs is much like Grimod de la Reyniere’s.
Everything in a pig is good. What ingratitude has permitted his name to become [...]

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In a pig’s eye (and whatever else strikes your fancy)

‘In a pig’s eye’ is an American colloquialism meaning ‘not a chance in hell’. I’ve never heard anyone actually use it, but it does pop into my mind once in a while.
Rote memorization of facts someone else thinks go together because they were told at one time to memorize them sometimes strikes me as worthy [...]

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Who Loves Ya, Baby? (Can the Rhinoceros-as-Dinner Be Something One Loves?)

In studies of food and culture one fact crops up time and again: We do not like what the ‘others’ eat. We only like what ‘we’ eat. That is, until the ‘others’ become lovable to us in some way – acceptable companions at table. As the rhinoceros comes to the table to be eaten, it [...]

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